Q-Unique - Thousands to M's lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon] Yo, send all the workers up to five b man, you know what time it is man n***as did good this week man, let's celebrate [Raekwon] Bottles of crew, bagging in the living room, high noon Couple rachets, snares, the razors and earmuffs Walking joints, chirping n***as downstairs in the lobby converting There's something next to live wires and goons All in the sets hundreds to thousands, thousands to ms Then tackle up the rims store, go and buy timbs Hit the Popeyes, cops got eyes We breezing through with nothing but fives Puffing herb, we gon let the sun rise They don't know n***as is slingering, what's the lingering? n***as ain't fiends, $400 jeans, cooling like it's England Rather see me role in a hole, rocking state jeans and sneakers Square sandwhich, juices and peaches Not right now dick, this is our valve, we get down dick None of that clown sh**, we built it from a thou See straight watchers, my n***as sleep, all of my unique poppers Legends from the eighties came home, we got em eating poppers Take money, eating steaks, being rude, feeding snakes This is what get us all the planes and the eights This is my land like Thailand, why? Cuz I control it and I own it, But some say it's FBI land [Chorus 2X: Skam2] Now just gimme that, don't make me take that The minute I'm finished with it, I go straight back Re up and reload, keep up my workload Homeboy this block is mine cuz I say so (what) [Ill Bill] Violation of the fequent statue to cash rules Cocaine is a hell of a drug, the fortune of intelligent thugs We the ones that they write movies about Beautiful pounds, got the best doobies in town Shoot it the f** out, wash money, wipe the blood off of Benjamin's face Defenders of the faith, measure the weight Forever by itself, reaping pleasure from pain We the best in the game, hit you in the chest and the brain Now move weight homie and expand like Scarface Leave you hanging from the chopper like Omar Suave Ill Bill, suicidal live ayatollah, keeps it liver than Al Qaidia soldeirs Sign in the name of Allah Jehovah Portable wars, the bl**jobs never stop Freak b**hes won't stop, snocker till their nose pop Nose candy enthusiast b**hes able to swallow an entire one liter bottle, abuser sh** We super gangsta, accurately cruising for bangers Ya'll in the womb rappers, have to leave ya, remove you with hangers We move like a federation of terror Put you under the dirt, cus ain't no room in the equation for error [Chorus 2X]